Since he knew his enemies might arrive at the designated location to join the battle at any time, how could Punk, a Legendary Mage who liked to prepare in advance, fail to set up powerful and effective measures against them and wait for them to "take the bait"? Sinister spellcasters never cared about so-called fairness or justice.
Thus, as soon as the plan began, the Legendary Mage had spared no expense in time and casting materials to set up the "Bernice Chain Trap." At the likely battlefield, this Enchantment School spell covered a vast area like a sprawling web of silk. Dense runes lay hidden beneath layers of normal laws, like a predator concealing its fangs and claws in the shadows, waiting for the enemy to walk into the trap before its bloodiest cold gleam suddenly flashed forth.
Admittedly, Punk's Enchantment School spells were truly nothing special. The trap he had set was actually rather mediocre, and Whisper of Destruction had failed entirely to bring out the powerful concealment capabilities of Enchantment School trap spells. The hiding effect of this "Bernice Chain Trap" was as pitiful as covering a pit with a layer of straw.
But even so, the unfortunate Atedilon noticed nothing. He took a great stride straight into the trap without hesitation... and never had another chance to get out.
Only when glittering golden chains coiled around his body like serpents did the beastlike roaring god realize that he had personally buried his final chance of survival. Yet at that moment, all he could do was strain against the tough shackles binding his arms and curse loudly with his neck stiffened:
"No! You despicable, shameless bastards! Do you cowards dare come over here and fight me? Do you dare come over here?"
Struggling with all his might and